His past | tom riddle

chapter eleven

After examining all the potions, Slughorn spoke again. 

"I would like to dedicate additional fifty points to the Slytherin house for the masterfully made potion! Mr. Riddle; Miss Dawson - your reward''
Slughorn gestured towards the two and began clapping his palms, followed by other students. Many of them had an unpleased expression, a frown from jealousy and a few scoffs could be heard. Many girls were enthralled, as usual, by how intelligent Riddle is, but at the same time, they were angered because they weren't the ones who he was paired with. 

Slughorn dismissed the class. The students gathered their things and were leaving the classroom. A few students gave ugly glares to the Slytherin students, for receiving additional points. Slughorn has obligated Cassius and Anneliese to clean the classroom, which Cassius accepted very quickly, while Anneliese was a little hesitant for a brief moment. When she accepted the duty, she looked at her friends who were leaving with smirks on their lips, and one of them winked at her.

They knew their friend had feelings for the brunette boy. 

Amelia closed her book and turned away from Riddle and met Ethan's face. He was standing now before her. He was smiling, but something about his expression was odd. The smile seemed nervous, perhaps angry or irritated. It was difficult to tell. His eyes glanced behind Amelia a few times, and then he turned his gaze towards her. 

"Congratulations, love. That was truly incredible." Ethan grinned. He turned towards the door as Amelia stepped next to him. She smiled shyly and walked.

"Thank you." They walked out of the classroom as Ethan took her books, something he always did. With his other hand, he firmly held Amelia's, his robes tickling her tender skin. 

"Will you attend the Quidditch match tomorrow?" Ethan asked. He hoped she would say yes, which she did. She nodded her head once, knowing there's no way to avoid it. Rebecca wanted her to be there with her while she cheers for Icarus, and she wanted to be with Ethan. So, she will be going. In the end, a little entertainment couldn't be bad. 

The next day, in the afternoon, the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw occurred. The students were in a good mood and were cheering for their houses. The Gryffindors mostly cheered for Ravenclaws, as they weren't on good terms with the Slytherin house, while the Hufflepuffs always supported the Slytherin team unless they were playing against each other. The players ate their lunches in their Quidditch sweaters and then headed towards the locker rooms. Rebecca followed Icarus, giving him small cheek kisses for good luck, how she liked to call those. It was cold and the wind was harsh, which meant the game would be complicated and could be dangerous, but both teams had excellent players, and some danger was always more exciting for everyone. Amelia walked with Ethan, holding her hands in her pockets. She had brought a book to read in case the match lasted for too long. 

The air was very cold and sharp, it almost hurt as it touched one's face, foreseeing a very cold winter. It was foggy, the blue sky was hidden behind dark grey clouds, only a few spots of it could be seen. It looked somewhat frightening yet admirable. 

All the students who wanted to watch the match were on the stands. The Ravenclaw students wore their scarves in their house colours, while a very few Slytherin students had their green ones, protecting them from the cold. The younger students were shouting, excitedly waiting for the players to be seen in the air. Abraxas was with Riddle, who came only because the boys kept bothering him about the match. There was no other reason why he would be here, in this loud and vigorous crowd. Rebecca was, like every other time, standing closer to the field, her eyes looking for Lestrange. The wooden door opened and the players flew onto the green field. Lestrange and Diggory, who were captains of the teams, exchanged a few mad, competitive glares. Before the game began, professor Latimer reminded everyone about the rules. Then, he tossed the quaffle.